The other side

being different,
feeling invisible
broken off from reality
trying to find my way home
being another person
a hidden box in the corner
my spirit descends in the havens
crossing borders, a failed check point
thrown back down to earth
living life on the road
not knowing where I will sleep next
changing scenes, I am confused
about you, the person I seek help from most
ridiculed by small mishaps
and nothing in return for you
a stereotyped friend
two sided story
with jokes on both ends
no matter what is done
its as two diverging lanes
meet under a bridge